WOOLNESS WORDS: The Knitter, Jackie Kay

Today we wanted to share this wonderful poem from Jackie Kay. We have been really struck in receiving your posts on “Woolness and me” how, for many of you wool work yields a sense of purpose; of self-definition; of dignity and of resilience. Those themes permeate this poem and are key, we feel, to woolness. Kay published it on her own blog in 2006, and says she wrote the poem while thinking “about things that we do for our whole life, and of how we often define ourselves through what we do, our work or our hobbies or both.”

THE KNITTER

I knit to keep death away
For hame will dae me.
On a day like this the fine mist
Is a dropped stitch across the sky.

I knit to hold a good yarn
For stories bide with me
On a night like this, by the peat fire;
I like a story with a herringbone twist.

But a yarn aye slips through your fingers.
And my small heart has shrunk with years.
I couldn’t measure the gravits, the gloves, the mittens,
The jerseys, the cuffs, the hose, the caps,

The cowls, the cravats, the cardigans,
The hems and facings over the years.
Beyond the sea wall, the waves unfurl.
I knitted through the wee stitched hours.

I knitted till my eyes filled with tears,
Till the dark sky filled with colour.
Every spare moment. Time was a ball of wool.
I knitted to keep my croft; knitted to save my life.

When my man was out at sea; I knitted the fishbone.
Three to the door, three to the fire.
The more I could knit; the more we could eat.
I knitted to mend my broken heart

When the sea took my man away, and by day
I knitted to keep the memories at bay.
I knitted my borders by the light of the fire
When the full moon in the sky was a fresh ball of yarn.